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VII. The End of Spring

Today, I woke up in tears. Mother and I had a quarrel early in the morning that rooted from a mistake I made in the finances. In the end, she finished the work and I fled to my uncle’s house.

“It was your fault, Sica,” Grandmother said while knitting the yarn. I pouted. Although I don’t expect her to take my side, I somehow wished she would see things in my perspective.

“You shouldn’t have answered her like that, Sica. After all, she’s your mother. If you want to badmouth someone, then why don’t you hit that Count? He’s useless, so...”

“Does my maternal grandmother really think things are as simple as hitting someone, like how Maharlikas do to their child? If I really did that, I must have been sentenced to death now. Knowing mother, she would surely take his husband’s side.”

Nothing has really changed. Maternal grandmother still hates the Count. She was so opposed with the marr

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